I was gonna say cliffhanger last chapter, but a cliffhanger leaves you in suspense, and I'm uploading too quickly for suspense.
By the way, their escourt had about fifty men, so they woudn't get noticed. I know it's strange for all of the leaders present to go with Eragon, but they want to make sure at least one of each race is there to make sure they see the king's downfall.
Parting Paths Again
"The fight was long, but Eragon, Arya, Nasuada, and Orik managed to slip through with a couple of escourts and snuck past the fight. They emerged into a short hallway, and Eragon and Arya were the first to reach the end. The riders and elves stopped, noticing something, but the humans and dwarves continued on. "Letta!" Cried Arya, and the group stopped. Some tried to continue, but others realised it was Arya who had cast the spell and stopped struggling. "There is a trap. The floor and walls here are different from the rest. We need to find a way through."
"I already know one," said Eragon, and he leapt through the trapped pathway and emerged on the other side just as the walls closed on him from all sides, nearly crushing him. "Eragon, that was dangerous." Said Nasuada as soon as the walls
"But it worked, didnt it?" Arya sighed, "Yes, but if we do it that way, only elves will be able to get through." One of the dwarves pushed everyone else to the side and dove through, sticking his two axes at an angle so that they blocked the walls from crushing him. "Good thinking," Eragon said to the dwarf once he was through. The humans climbed through, then the dwarves, and finally the elves. Finally, only Orik and Nasuada remained. "Well then, lets go." As Orik climbed up into the hole, the wood on the axes started to splinter. Nasuada pushed him through the hole and withdrew her hands and the walls crushed the axes, barely missing Orik's legs. "You go on ahead, I'll help our escourt in battle." Nasuada dashed back, to the troops, ordering them to flank the enemy.
"Where is Roran?" Asked Eragon? "Roran was promoted to Nasuada's right hand." Answered Orik, "He is leading the charge. He wanted to come, but Nasuada ordered him to stay behind." Orik ran around another corner, right into another trap, but Eragon caught him by the collar. "Thank you Eragon. This looks like a trap designed to hold people back for only short periods of time. It's only a metal door with spikes!" Indeed, the door resembled a porkupine with all it's spikes, designed not only to resist battering rams, but to destroy them too. Magic could cripple it easily, so Eragon assumed it was meant to keep out larger parties, instead of a small party of magicians, dwarves, elves, and riders. "Wait," said Arya, "There are barriers around this door, so only weak spells will be able to penetrate it. It will take time, minutes, but I hear guards approaching. Eragon, help me. The rest of you, defend us."
Eragon and Arya managed to burn through the door in lines, and the attached the lines into a square. The result was a piece of metal, separated from the others, but still attached. "Fram," said Eragon, and the metal moved forward, and out of the hole. As soon as the metal had cleared the rest of the door, it started to wiggle, and shrink to nothing. At the same time, the door started to grow back, spikes and all. The two riders dived through the vanishing hole and called fro Orik. "No, go on ahead," he cried, "Otherwise they'll reveal your location. RUN!"
And so Arya and Eragon ran upwards, towards Galbatorix's black throne.
So, longer wait than I promised, but I was organising a dance.
